Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,102

this, Perry.”

I nod. “I know. I’m making a joke because I’m finding this really hard to deal with.”

And also, I just found out my psychologist is a witch. I guess now I have to trust her in what she’s talking about.

“It’s not a big deal,” she says, and then she stops herself. “No. I take that back. It is a big deal. You’re inviting your husband inside you, not just physically but metaphysically. I have no doubt that you’ll both be able to handle it, but it’s not to be taken lightly. But the actual act of blood play itself doesn’t have to be extreme. You don’t have to hurt each other. You just need to draw blood and mix the blood, while you’re having sex, and that sex needs to be…it needs to be had with intention.”

“Intention?”

“That’s what witchcraft is, Perry. Intention mixed with energy. The most important thing is to make sure you’re focused on what you want from the universe, what you need, and to take your time getting there. This is not a quick roll in the hay. This is prolonged foreplay with both of you brought to the edge in order to build up that energy before release.”

“So, like edging to the extreme?” I have no idea how we’ll survive that. Dex can go all night long, but I also don’t bring him to the brink and then back off either. That seems cruel.

“You’ll be fine.” She glances at the clock on the wall. “I wish we had more time.”

“Do you have another patient after?” I ask, wanting for them to be rescheduled since this is life or death over here.

"I do," she says. “But what I mean is, you don’t have enough time. You need to do this today, tonight at the latest. If you can do it outside, even better.”

“It’s December,” I remind her. I know Dex and I just had sex outside, but if we’re going to be dabbling with blood play, that’s a whole other thing.

“I know. Just do what you can.” She pulls out her business card and hands it to me. “Just in case you don’t have this anymore, that’s my cell number at the bottom. Text me tonight.”

“You want a play-by-play?”

“I want you to stay in touch with me.” She exhales through her nose, lips pressed together in a thin smile. “And when you end up going back to the house with Ada, let me know if you need me to come along.”

I stare at her. “Why?”

“Your sister will be successful with Maximus. She has that power. But I have my doubts that she’ll be able to keep Samantha back if she decides to come along for the ride.”

“And you can stop her?”

She nods. “I can stop her.” She grins to herself, like she’s laughing at an inside joke. “I’ve stopped her before.”

“Wait.” I raise my palm. “You actually know know Samantha? Like before she died?”

“It’s a small community,” she says, getting to her feet. “A little too small, sometimes.”

I’m too befuddled to say anything. I grab my bag and get up, walking toward the door.

She puts her hand on it, ready to open and I say, “Hold on.”

She pauses, looks at me thoughtfully.

“Since you seem to know everything, how do you know Dex will go along with any of this? I know he’s a kinky guy, but blood play?”

She puts her hand on my shoulder. “He’ll do anything for you, Perry. I’m surprised you even have to ask.” She then points at my neck. “Besides, seems like he has no problem with drawing blood on the regular.”

I press my palm there, where Dex has left various bitemarks over the years. Maybe his vampire tendencies were just a warm-up.

“You stay strong, okay?” she says to me opening the door. “And call or text if you need anything. Alright?”

“I will.”

I step out into the waiting room, and aside from her next patient, Dex is also there, waiting for me. I was going to text him when I was done, but he’s obviously not taking his chances.

Lana looks at him and nods. “Hello Dex,” she says.

Something passes between them, something that leaves Dex looking a little confused.

“Hey,” he says uncertainly.

Then Lana invites in the next patient and closes the door.

“What is it?” I ask, going over to him.

“Nothing,” he says frowning. He eyes the receptionist and then grabs my hand and pulls me out of the waiting room and into the hallway where we have privacy. He closes the door